Oh My, Marbles Everywhere

Oh My, Marbles Everywhere
 
While trying to get my husband’s parent’s house in order, something we should have done some time ago, we have found a lot of very interesting things.  Among our finds are airplane parts, very old ones; enough screws, bolts, washers, and other hardware to furnish several very old buildings; enough parts for old cars to build an antique car that would make Johnny Cash proud; a variety of other things that have left both my husband and me scratching our heads at what the hell this or that little gizmo might be; and marbles.
Yes I said marbles.  Well over a thousand of them.  The age on the things range from the 1860’s into the early 1960’s with most of them being from around 1915 to 1925.  Now I’m sure that most of you probably look at them the same way I did.  I’m handed a large metal box, safety deposit box no less and you’ll understand why this is so ironic shortly if you haven’t figured it out already, and asked my by husband to do something with them.  With a raised eyebrow I respond with a short OK.
Now I’m smart enough to know that there are people who do collect these things so I thought I would go and check out a famous website and look up marbles thinking I could put the whole lot out there and get may be a hundred bucks or so out of them and be done with it.  That thought was quickly shot down.  Are you flipping kidding me?  Some of these things can go for major bucks and there are a few at least in this little box that could go for that.  A tiny little ball of old glass that we played with as children can go for that much?  True most of these came along not only before I was born but even before the birth of my mom and although we won’t go into just how old that makes me or my mom, God rest her dear soul, some child from way back when was playing in the dirt with these things long before either of us were born.
If these were a handful of these things or even a couple of dozen it wouldn’t be all that daunting I don’t think but remember I said somewhere around a thousand of these little ball of glass are now left to me to figure out what to do with them.
The big problem here isn’t that I’m sitting on this vast amount of money from all these little darlings because I’m not.  Most it will turn out aren’t worth much of anything but that you can probably bank on at least .01 or .02 are probably worth a few hundred a piece is what is making this a big ass problem.
Anyway I’m off to play with my marbles and hope I don’t lose any of them like I did the ones in my head.  Hum…wonder if I could replace the ones I lost with some of these.